back to her feet. âWe ask that the defendant be released to the custody of his parents, Your Honor. He has no priors. He is not a flight risk. He doesnât even have a driverâs license.â
âHe doesnât seem to need one.â Ms. Hernandez didnât look at Jake this time. She turned her eyes on me, lip curled as if she could smell how much I reeked as a mother.
I wanted to spit at her.
âIâll leave custody as it is,â the judge said. âYoung man, you are to adhere to the restrictions that apply, or you will find yourself behind bars.â
With a bang of the gavel, we were done. Papers were shuffled and new names were called, and Uriel Cohen was herding the three of us up the aisle and out into the hall where she nodded us to a long bench none of us sat on.
âWhat was that ? â I said.
âJust a hearing.â She turned to Jake, who held his hands together in front of him as if he were still in handcuffs. âDonât let that scare you.â
âHow can that not scare him? They wanted to put him in jail!â
âWe all heard it, Ryan.â Dan shifted his gaze up and down the hall and once again hung his hand on the back of Jakeâs neck.
I lowered my voice. âThat just wasnât fair. You didnât have any time to prepareââ
âIt wouldnât have made any difference. I knew going in they had enough. If heâd been a year younger, it might have gone differently. Over fourteen they consider them to have the âguilty mindâ required to be accountable.â Uriel pulled her mouth into a straight-line smile. âWe didnât want to show our hand. Weâll save it forââ
âSave what?â I said.
âLook, Iâm going to take Jake home.â Dan put out his hand to Uriel. âNice meeting you.â
âDan, we need to talk about this!â
âNo, actually, why donât you let me get my ducks in a row, and then weâll all sit down together and sort it out, hmm?â Uriel let go of Danâs hand and gave Jake a quick nod. âYou guys go on, and Iâll call you.â
I dropped my forehead into my hand and listened to Dan and Jakeâs retreating footsteps across the tile to the front door. They all but broke into a run.
âI know that all sounded grim for Jacob.â
I looked up at Uriel Cohen. âJake. We call him Jake.â
âJake. Nina Hernandez made it sound like we might as well cart him off to Springer right now, but I feel positive that I can get straight probation for him.â
âProbation,â I said.
âHe has no priors,â she said. âNever been in trouble with the law before?â
âNo!â
âIs he a decent student?â
âHe has to work at it, but he does fine. Unless his grades have slipped in the last year.â
She looked at me.
âHe hasnât been living with me,â I said. âI was out of the country until six weeks ago.â
âI should have no problem getting him two, three yearsâ probation max. All that stuff about premeditation and racial features was just to make us thinkââ
âAre you saying Jakeâs going to be convicted?â
She tucked a lanky strand of white hair behind each ear. âI need to go in with a defense that plays up the impetuousness of youthââ
âYou donât understand,â I said. âThere is no way Jake did this. Iâve watched him carry a black widow spider outside on a sheet of paper because he canât stand to kill anything.â
âWe can definitely use that.â
âI donât care what the evidence is, things are not what they look like here.â I shook my head hard. âI donât want probation for Jake. I want him acquitted.â
Urielâs eyes took on a glint. âI see youâre a woman whoâs used to getting what she wants.â
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